After 26 years of marriage, I felt something was missing. It's not that I didn't still deeply love Julie, but things seemed to have become stale over the years. We met years ago in college when everything was new and exciting, and I fondly remember our sexual experimentation with each other, as well as occasional minor forays into light group sex (strip poker, skinny dipping, etc.) These group things were fun and pleasurable in themselves, but most often led to just the two of us later making wild passionate love in one of our dorm rooms.
After our college days, we got married and fell into the rut of working, raising two kids, going to school functions, and socializing with neighbors and parents of other school kids. The weekend card party, cocktail parties, dinners out, and sporting events were the norm of the day. The weekend lake excursions to our friend's cottage offered some opportunities for occasional innocent flirtations. A nicely built mature woman in a small bikini can offer many an arousing glance of inner thigh, soft cleavage, and in the right leg-spread position (sometimes intentionally spread in my direction), a hint of the outline of an unfamiliar pussy through the tight, thin, unlined material of a bikini bottom. Julie knew this drove me wild, and in part to get even, (although more for her own pleasure), would show off likewise to other men and the occasional woman if she seemed unusually curious.
I should tell you that Julie has not lost much of her fabulous figure since the days we first met. Her large full breasts now sag only enough when she's nude that one can tell they are all natural, and her nipples stiffen just a much as ever when aroused by my touch (or by cold lake water). She is not shy about her assets, and wears tops to accentuate her cleavage, and if the occasion is right, will go braless which gives a bounce to her step that has turned a few heads over the years. Julie's other measurements are much the same as before...the small waist and full but firm ass gives her the figure more of a Marilyn Monroe rather than that of a runway model.
With the kids out of the house and Julie making good money working full time as a graphic designer, our vacation trips had increased in frequency and were mostly concentrated on the islands of the Caribbean. Following visits to Grand Bahama Island and Provo, we decided on a trip to Cancun (not an island, and I realize not even in the Caribbean). The beaches were great and the scenery was beautiful, and many areas tolerated and even encouraged women to go topless.
Julie finally did go topless in Cancun after a couple of days of sun bathing after seeing others do likewise, but she was not truly comfortable at first. To the surprise of both of us, only a couple of hours had gone by when she felt so uninhibited that she left her top lying on her towel and walked over with her purse to see what kind of silver a Mexican senorita was hawking on the beach near the shore. Along the way she passed several vacationers sitting in beach chairs, drawing the attention of several men who did nothing to masquerade their interest in her swaying boobs and bikini clad bottom. After the requisite amount of bartering with the silver merchant, a price was agreed to and Julie made her purchase.
The walk on her return trip had the appearance of that runway model I spoke of before. Julie kept her head up high with her chest thrust out proudly, smiling cordially to and making direct eye contact with the other sun worshippers as she went. One young teenage girl who was relaxing with her parents motioned Julie to stop so she could see what she had bought. I could detect a few barely audible German phrases expressed by the girl. Due, I suppose to her European upbringing, she seemed as much at ease with Julie's partial nudity as she was with her own. Julie bent over, put her hands on her own knees, and allowed the girl to inspect and admire the silver necklace dangling from her neck. With the jewelry still lying against her open palm, the young girl turned to her parents and seemed to plead to them for one of her own. Just as I sensed the father was going to take the opportunity to move up for a closer inspection of both the necklace and of course Julie's pendulous breasts, the girl let go and Julie stood up, smiled, and left.
As Julie returned to our spot on the sand, she offered me a similar close-up view, gave me a passionate kiss, and put her moist lips close to my ear saying, "Thanks for helping me over come my shyness...I feel so free and at ease! I hope you didn't mind the young guys looking at me. They sure didn't seem to mind!" She finished her thought by easing the tip of her tongue ever so slightly into my ear. She backed away with a coy smile, knowing she had given me goose bumps with the tongue action. I wasn't so sure she knew her beach walk and playful lick also had made my cock grow. I didn't think an answer was necessary at that moment, and she stood up, went back to her chaise lounge, and laid down on her stomach. She turned her head in my direction, winked, and asked "Would you mind putting suntan lotion on the back of your almost-naked wife? Don't forget to take care of my bottom half while you're at it."
The remainder of the Cancun trip was spent alternating between beach and sun activities (sun tanning, body surfing, parasailing, snorkeling) and evening activities (dinners, drinking tequila at Senior Frogs, and wrestling between the sheets). Sounds great...and it was...but we wanted to expand our horizons.
